I won't even begin to describe the horrendous events of my French cuisine project. Nobody should expect me to have the capability of successfully preparing a 3-course French meal. That's not to say the comments from my family weren't encouraging; "thrown-up lard" makes anybody want to serve it up again ( Read more... )

As the years drag on and the state of the planet continues to spiral further downward, my frustration grows and my efforts double to prevent further degradation. Said efforts manifested in my membership of 350 St. Louis at school, a chapter of the group that strives to reduce carbon emissions in all parts of the world.  Our projects have included ( Read more... )

Three day weekends return some of the sanity I lose throughout the year. In light of my newly regained mental stability, I decided to recount such moments and cement them in the permanence of something as immortal as this livejournal ( Read more... )

And every time a stranger succeeds... I blog ( Read more... )

Livejournal informed me that my last post was 27 weeks ago. The New Year, I believe. I must admit I would have forgotten about this altogether had it not been for a certain sister of mine (who, in scanning over previous entries, seems to be mentioned quite frequently ( Read more... )

I started the new year with old contacts ( Read more... )

Tennis practice? A little thing I like to call hell on earth ( Read more... )

Seventh grade was a year in which I regrettably read almost nothing, so I feel guilty and have to make up for that this year. My generation seems to do nothing voluntarily that involves any sort of reading or writing, which I find to be sad. If we were not forced to read two hours a week then many of us would probably go through our middle school ( Read more... )

I'm just going to cut right to the chase. Certain people in my grade should seriously just go ahead and hang a sign around their necks reading, "Make out with me plz" or something, which would make their jobs a lot easier. It isn't wrong not to kiss every guy you hang out with, you know. I can't stand it. But then, no, they have to top it off ( Read more... )

I feel a little guilty about the level of neglect this journal's received ( Read more... )